My Life after Death 

 I talk about open-heart surgery because I know a little about it, even though I am not a doctor nor have I studied to be one, nor have had a physical heart transplant myself. I only know what I feel in my heart, because it comes to me from my inner child. 

By allowing myself to feel what she herself has lived through, I know things I should not know; yet know them, because she is the heart donor and the one who tells me and allows me to feel her. And just like the patients who have had heart transplant talk about taking on the feelings and most times even the traits of the donor, the one who gave them their new heart. I thank God that what was stored in my inner child’s heart was love, love for her son.

Even though I don’t remember the time and date of his birth, I remember and feel each heartbeat of the child-mother and her son, I feel each memory in my heart, mind and body and it has changed me and my life.

I also know that a little of me, of my DNA is left in my son, we have the same eyes and I pray he has and feels in him the heart of his child-mother. 

We can’t change the past or fix what has taken place there, we can however learn from it in the here and now, in the present, for the good of the future to come.